0 comments/ 88689 views/ 16 favorites A Slave to the Theater By: Ms. Jones The Master Steve walked through the specially designed theater one last time before the rest of the crew arrived. He always felt a thrill of anticipation before a special performance. Tonight was going to be the best they’ve ever presented, he could feel it! He walked back to his dressing room and took down the black velvet robe from the hanger. It had been his father’s robe. The theater had been his father’s idea. For a time in the late 1970’s it had been the premier club for the rich and infamous in New York. His father died and left it to Steve but not before passing on some of the stage props and costumes. And of course, the thrill of the performances. Steve’s father was a pervert, one of the richest men in America, who gained his fortune supplying the one thing the rich wanted. Sexual pleasures of all kinds. Steve kept the more perverted clubs closed until he knew that there would be a market for what he had to offer. Tonight was the one-year anniversary of the Bacchanal Club and it would be their best night ever. The improvements he added had drawn bigger and bigger crowds. He had four large screen TV monitors showing every minute detail of what happened on stage. He smiled, thinking they could see every pubic hair on last week’s star pussy. Patrons paid $1,000 a head for an evening of debauchery and indulgence. All the food and drinks were included in the fee, as was the security that allowed them to access the club through an exclusive private entrance. Last week they had three movie stars and an NBA all-star! And not one bit of it was leaked to the press. It was this kind of privacy that made the club so popular. Steve undressed and put on his leather loincloth. Wrapping the velvet robe around him, he pulled up the hood and adjusted it so his face was not visible. He looked in the mirror and smiled. He looked like a 12th Century Monk. But a monk would never do what he planned to do tonight. He started to get hard just thinking about it. That was another thing he inherited from his father. An insatiable appetite for sexual perversity. The Voyeur John walked past his answering machine as his mother’s voice blared from the speaker. He didn’t touch it, didn’t want to talk to her tonight. “At least come over for half an hour,” he mother said. “She’s the daughter of my best friend and we haven’t seen her for 10 years. I’m not trying to set you up. I know you don’t like that. John. Are you there? John pick up!” He was tired of his mother trying to fix him up. He dated lots of girls and had yet to find one that suited him. At the age of 26 he was sure of what he wanted and the girls he knew couldn’t satisfy him. The most important aspect of his relationship was the sex and so far not one of the girls he dated could let themselves enjoy sex the way it was meant to be enjoyed. He wanted someone who could be a lady when they were in public, but in their home, he wanted a whore. More than that, he realized he wanted a perverted whore. A woman would not only enjoy sex but would initiate it sometimes. John left the apartment and locked it. Nothing would keep him from tonight’s performance. He and his buddy Carl had to buy their tickets for tonight’s show two months ago. He had a friend who worked for the club and he told them about it a year ago and they had tried for ten months to get tickets. Even at a thousand dollars a pop they were hard to come by. John’s friend filled him in a little bit of what went on and John could hardly contain his excitement about going. He hoped that tonight was as good as he’d heard that it would be! He met Carl outside the theater and they passed their tickets to the huge bouncer at the door. A dimly lit hallway led them to the auditorium. The stage was positioned in the center of the room with loveseats and armchairs ringing the stage. There were four aisles that led to the back of the room and there were two bars and two food stations. They had almost an hour before the show began to eat and drink. “Don’t sit on a love seat.” Carl said. “That would look queer. Let’s sit in the front row!” They made their way down to the front and found two comfortable armchairs next to each other. Each armchair had a pocket on the side for holding a drink, a towel and some condoms. They sat down and waited. The Victim Alana was mad. She walked faster than usual tonight because of the fight she’d just had with her mother. Her mother came from the South where girls got married young and if they didn’t they became the old maid spinster aunt to their sisters children. Her mother would die before any daughter of hers was left unmarried. A year ago, when Alana was 18, she was engaged to a very respectable young man. He was a law student with a promising future. But for some unknown reason, he practically left Alana at the altar. She ordered her dress and made arrangements for the church and the reception hall. And then about 2 months before the wedding, he called it off. He told Alana it was because she was frigid and was a bad lover in bed. He told everyone else that he didn’t want to be the son of Alana’s dragon of a mother. Alana and her mother were in New York so Alana could have some time to shop for clothes before she left for Europe. She was going to spend two years in college in France and her mother wanted her to be presentable. Alana only wanted a few pairs of jeans and some sweaters. After what her boyfriend told her, she retreated from the feminine side of her personality and wore jeans, shirts and kept her long strawberry blonde hair braided in one long braid down her back. Last week a lesbian at a club had propositioned her! Alana almost accepted but she really didn’t think she’d like that lifestyle. Besides she liked men. She always dreamed about them. She wished now her mother was the type of woman to talk about sex with – it might have helped her overcome her shyness. She knew she wasn’t frigid, but her boyfriend just never took the time to help her enjoy their sex life! A car pulled along side her slowly, then sped away. Alana was careful to stay close to the buildings like the doorman at the hotel told her. She was only going to walk for another few minutes then she’d be back around the block in front of the Plaza. A car went by slowly again and this time, Alana noticed that it was the same dark blue as the one just a minute ago. She saw a dark van parked in front of the building at the corner and noticed that the car that just passed her stopped along side it. She approached cautiously and as she passed the car and the van safely, she breathed a sigh. Then suddenly four men stepped out from a doorway on her right. Two men grabbed her legs and arms while one put something over her mouth. Alana struggled to kick free but the men held her ankles tightly making it impossible to do more then buck up and down. Then she felt herself drifting…and then there was nothing but black. Backstage – The Audition Steve entered the ‘audition room’ where three cots had been set up to hold the candidates for tonight’s show. One was a lovely oriental girl with a short bob of blue-black hair. She had rosy porcelain like skin and as the helpers removed her clothes he could see her extremely bushy pussy. That needs to be trimmed, he immediately thought. The second girl was already naked and was moaning slowly as though waking up. Her ‘sponsor’, the person who recommended her for tonight stood nearby ready to answer Steve’s questions. “She’s pretty,” Steve told the young man. “She’s the sister of my college roommate.” The young man replied. He was already dressed in a Tarzan-like loincloth that was so short the tip of his penis showed at the bottom edge. He was one of the most popular of Steve’s male performers because his blonde curly hair and boyish good looks appealed to the ladies and the gentleman with bi or gay tendencies. “She’s so ready to be gang fucked. It’s all she talks about.” Young Tarzan mentioned. Steve looked at the girl again and thought he might keep her for is private pleasure but he wanted a girl who would put a little fight! The third girl was still wearing white bikini panties. Her breasts were round and firm with big puffy aureoles. Her pink nipples lay almost flat but their size indicated they would lengthen as they got hard. Her long strawberry blonde hair fanned out behind her on the cot. It was thick and slightly wavy. She had beautiful long lashes and her skin was a light pink blush tone. As her panties were cut off by her sponsor, Bonnie, her pussy was revealed. It was neatly trimmed with just a strip of light golden blonde hair down the center. A bikini trim. “She’s on the verge of becoming a lesbian,” Bonnie said as she stood up, holding the girls destroyed panties in her hand. “A bad breakup and a lot of low self esteem.” “Is she a virgin?” Steve asked. He hoped she was, the blood of a virgin would make tonight even more exciting. “No, she’s had sex, but she’s not very experienced.” “Will she fight?” Steve asked. Bonnie smiled. “Yes, she will. When she was dating my brother, she only wanted to have sex once in awhile. She doesn’t like it so she’ll put up a fight. Plus she’s one of these damn prissy missy girls. Born into money so she got whatever she wanted.” Steve looked more closely at the girl. He was torn between the oriental girl and this one. The oriental girl looked younger and would appeal to the more prurient libidos of the older men in the audience but there was something about the longhaired girl. She looked like a princess or like the drawing of sleeping beauty. Suddenly, he decided. “Get this one up and ready. Get rid of the other two, but make sure we can get them for other things later. Someone keep tabs on them, make friends with them and we’ll grab them another time.” Steve made the decision and suddenly the room was thrown into activity. He whispered directions to the dresser who ran from the room to come up with the appropriate costume for the star. The other began to finish dressing to be ready. Several of the male participants took Viagra to keep their dicks hard during the show. No one could tell how long each show would last. Steve let the fun play out either until the star collapsed with exhaustion or the audience became so frenzied that the fucking in the audience was more intense than the show. Tonight, thinking of how to present his star, he thought the audience was going to love this! The Show The lights dimmed. The semi-circular stage was faintly lit. The audience quietly took their seats. John fidgeted with excitement. He was almost hard just thinking about the show. He glanced to his left and then his right and watched the movie screens on the walls. He imagined the pussies would be about eight foot tall on those screens. He smiled, thinking he’d love to just walk into one..bury himself in pussy. A spotlight shone on the back of the stage and a man dressed in a long hooded cape stood in the glow. His head was bowed and he stood there for a few seconds, building up the excitement then he slowly walked to the front of the stage. He raised his head. “Welcome to the Bacchanal Club. You have paid handsomely for the entertainment tonight. We will not disappoint you. Tonight we will take a beautiful young princess into the depths of lust and debauchery. Her demeanor will determine if the journey is painful or pleasurable. At the end of the evening she will either love the act of fucking or she will hate it. Either way, your pleasure is our main concern. We have large screen monitors on the side walls for close up viewing. And as you know, after midnight, audience participation with the players on the stage is encouraged. Condoms can be found in the side pockets of your seats. If anyone is offended by the violent use of women, please leave now. Otherwise, your most debase fantasies are about to come true.” The lights brightened a little and four nubile women wearing see through gauze draped just to the top of their thighs entered and stood on either side of the man in the hood. “I am the Master.” He said forcefully. “My commands will be carried out throughout the evening. When I wish to be pleasured, my commands will be met.” He raised his arms and his robe opened revealing a tanned well-muscled body. He wore nothing but a tan leather cloth. He lowered his arms and pushed the robe behind him. “Stroke me!” he commanded. The four young women approached him. Two lifted the cloth covering his cock while the other two reached out and began to stroke him. Their small delicate hands held him lightly as they synchronized the stroking. One girl let go of the cloth and began to fondle his balls. His cock hardened and grew. “Enough!” The girls stopped instantly and went back to their original position. “Ladies and gentleman, let the show begin.” The Master moved to the side of the stage and the spotlight again illuminated the back of the stage. Curtains drew aside and two tall blonde men entered and held the curtains open. Six men, all dressed in small white gauze togas entered bearing a young woman asleep on a chaise. Her reddish blonde hair was fanned out behind her head and her eyes were closed. A camera above the stage zoomed in on her face. The crowd watched the monitors as they viewed her delicate features. She appeared to be sleeping soundly, her long lashes resting on her blushing cheeks. The camera panned down her body revealing that she was dressed in a diaphanous gauze toga. Her nipples could be seen plainly, as could the dark hollow of her belly button. Her legs, tightly together were long and slim, her toes painted a delicate rose color. The men set the lounge on the floor close to the edge of the stage. Two of the men, their cocks standing straight up and hard, each took one of her ankles, then looked to the Master for direction. The Master walked over to the lounge and looked at the girl lying there. He moved to the end of the stage, his back to the audience and then waved one hand. The young men holding the girls ankles drew her legs back so her knees were pressed against her breasts. The audience strained to see the girls pubic area now that she was splayed open but the Master stood firmly in front, blocking their view. The monitors showed only the girls face. Then the Master swung one of his legs over the girl, straddling her and facing he audience. The girls crack from pussy to ass was now on full display. The audience gasped as one. The monitors now showed a close up of the girls pussy and ass. It panned from the tip of her pussy to the ass cheeks resting on the chaise. The Master placed his right hand on the mound at the top of her pussy. There was a thin line of hair on each pussy lip, obviously someone shaved her. John, sitting in the front row, turned to the monitor for a better view. He watched as the Master’s middle finger slide into the girls cunt. He shoved it in and slowly drew it out. Even at this angle, the audience could see the Master’s finger covered in pussy juice. He used two fingers and pulled open the girls cunt lips exposing the pink labia and little clit. He brought his other hand down to the exposed pussy and using his thumbs, he opened the girls cunt as wide as it would go. The camera zoomed in to see the rosy pussy hole. John squirmed in his seat. He was getting harder and harder. The Masters finger began to probe and pull at the girl’s pussy. He flicked her clit until it peeked out of it’s sheath. He fingered her pussy hole, finger fucking it slowly, creating more pussy juice. His middle finger explored the pink puckered flesh of her anus. He rubbed it back and forth and then dipped his fingertip into the crinkled hole. He shoved his thumb into the girls cunt and fingered both holes forcefully. He removed his fingers and using the palms of his hands, he pulled the girl open. The pink pussy flesh glowed darker pink with the juices that now covered the labia and clit. The Master moved off the girl and snapped his fingers. Three naked young women entered from the back of the stage. They were full breasted, tall Amazon-like women with long waist length black hair. Their pussy hair was black but neatly trimmed. Their pussy lips peeked out delicately. They came forward and pulled the girl from the chaise. One of the waved a smelling salts capsule in front of the girl’s nose and the girl’s head moved from side to side. She was beginning to wake up. The Amazon women held the girl up. One on each arm, holding her by her elbow and one behind her, holding her by the waist. The girl’s head dropped forward, her hair hanging down, hiding her face. The Master walked up to the girl and pushed her head back, sweeping he hair from her face. Her eyes flickered open. He gently tapped her face until her eyes stayed opened and focused on him. Slowly Alana’s eyes widened in fear as she saw the man in the hood for the first time. Automatically she struggled but the Amazon girls held her tightly. She looked wildly around suddenly seeing her surroundings. Again Alana twisted, trying to break the hold the tall women had on her, but she couldn’t get free. “You’ll only make it worse for yourself.” The Master cautioned. “Your skin will have bruises if you’re not careful. And I am the only one allowed to bruise you!” He reached out and pulled her nipple, twisting it cruelly then let it go. Alana cried out and he leaned in closer to her. He took her nipple in his fingers again and rubbed it seductively back and forth. The camera focused on it, as it grew hard and excited. The Master laughed and stood back looking at her. Alana twisted again trying to get away. “Stop it. There is no use! You are here for the evening. You are mine to play with, mine to use, mine to offer to anyone!” Alana suddenly looked around seeing the eager, hungry faces of the audience. She blushed either in anger or embarrassment. The Master reached out and broke one of the straps holding her dress up. It fell forward exposing one of her breasts. The nipple, the one he had tweaked was dark pink and stood out like a large pencil eraser. Alana gasped and tried to twist her body to the side so no one would see her exposed tit. “Why so shy? We’ve seen much more of you than this.” The Master said. “Please don’t do this.” She whispered softly. “Princess, you can’t stop this from happening. Nothing you can do or say will stop it. You may even make it more exciting if you fight it. Pain is a pleasure to inflict.” “Let me go!” Alana twisted back and forth, her rounded tit jiggling teasingly. The Master reached up and snapped the other strap causing the flimsy gown to fall to the girl’s waist. Both breasts stood out, soft mounds of inviting ivory flesh. One of the Amazon women cupped a breast gently. Alana twisted again. “Stop it!” the Master snapped loudly. The girl looked at him with increasing fear. “Behave yourself and you won’t be hurt. Do as I say and the pain you feel will be as intensely pleasurable as the ecstasies I will inflict. You have passed the point to be shy, my dear. Look at that.” The Master pointed to the large monitor on the wall. They replayed the video of the girl being finger fucked. Each pink fold separated for the audience’s viewing pleasure. Alana bit her lip when she realized she had been so daringly exposed. She could hear the whispers of the audience and cringed that they had watched this man touch her to intimately. Silent tears streaked down her face. She sighed deeply realizing the futility of a fight but she would not let them see her pain. She sniffled back her tears and raised her head defiantly. She would not enjoy the terrible things this pervert did to her, Alana decided. The Master smiled as he watched the play of emotions on her face. It would be a pleasure to break this girl’s spirit! A Slave to the Theater “Ladies and gentlemen,” the Master began, “Please welcome Princess to our party. She will be your entertainment tonight. You’ll have the opportunity later to show your personal appreciation of her.” There were hoots and catcalls and some applause as the Master spoke. He quickly stepped back to the side of the platform, motioning for something at the back of stage to be brought out. As four young men moved a sheet draped object to the front of the stage, the Amazon that stood behind Alana rubbed her hands up and down the younger girls body. She cupped both breasts and tweaked the nipples, then moved her hands slowly down the girl’s stomach to the soft hairy mound of her pubic area. Alana stiffened and closed her eyes, willing herself to disassociate her self from the scene. The woman’s red-tipped fingers picked at the red gold pussy hair. She took Alana’s clit between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it gently. Alana peeked through her eyes to the monitor on the wall. The deep ruby red nails plucking delicately at her tender clitoris mesmerized her. The sheet was removed from the object to reveal a chair that looked like a doctor’s examining table covered in black velvet. The Amazons led Alana over to the chair and the two young men helped lift her onto it. She kept her legs tightly together. The back was raised enough so that she was slightly inclined. The girls held her arms as the each of the men held her feet as they stood at the foot of the chair. Alana closed her eyes trying to imagine herself in another place. The men forced Alana to bend her legs so that her knees pressed against her tits. The curtain opened and a tall blonde entered. He looked like he worked out, his chest and stomach were toned and cut. He was completely naked. His cock, full engorged, reached to his belly button; the women in the audience gasped, he was fully 10 inches or more long. He walked towards the edge of the stage. He raised his hands above his head, turned around and flexed his ass cheeks. The women in the audience applauded loudly. He turned back and smiled – he was cocky and self-assured. He looked over at Alana and slowly walked to her. He stroked her thighs and her ass. He poked a thumb into her pussy, moving it back and forth, creating the juice he needed. He took a position between her legs and climbed up on the lounge chair. His cock touched the entrance to her pussy. Alana opened her eyes and looked at the monitor. She could see herself splayed open with a massive cock aimed at her. She clenched her pussy muscles tightly, she would not give in to this, she vowed. But she couldn’t stop looking at the screen. She watched as the soft smooth head of his cock pushed against her cunt. It encountered her tightened muscles and could go no further. The man looked down at Alana and whispered “don’t make it hard on yourself, you’ll be hurt.” She looked back at him defiantly. “Suit yourself,” he whispered. With one hard thrust he entered her! She screamed! It was as though he as split her in two. His cock ripped into her cunt with a force she had never felt. Then he pulled out just to the tip and thrust forward again, grunting with the effort. Alana whimpered in pain. God! It hurt. The man began to pump his cock in and out. Slowly, Alana’s pussy juices began to ease the pain. He pushed harder and harder, his ass tensing as he pushed into her. On the monitor, John watched as the young woman’s pussy was split by the guy’s large dick. He pushed into her so deeply that his balls slapped against her ass. John could see her pussy responded with juice. He rubbed his hand down his fly, pressing his hard dick in time to the fucking on the stage. One of the men holding Alana’s legs reached down and rubbed his fingernail against her asshole. The camera angle was so close the audience could see her asshole clench. The pounding fuck session intensified as the blonde rammed his cock deeper and harder into Alana’s pussy. It stretched open around the bulging prick, the pink hole clinging to it with each thrust. The blonde’s ass began to move in circular movements and he arched his back as he began to cum. He pulled out quickly and shot his cream onto Alana’s belly and pussy. The white cum streaked down her crack, coating her slit. He leaned forward and touched Alana’s mouth with his still squirting cock. Her mouth opened in surprise and her tongue flicked out to taste the white cream. He stroked his cock until the last drop was out – Alana’s cheeks and chin were covered in his jism. Two of the Amazon women moved quickly to between Alana’s spread legs and began to clean the cum from her pussy with their tongues. They licked and sucked her swollen pussy lips until the cream was gone. Alana felt their mouths gobbling at her pussy and tried to ignore the mounting pleasure she felt. She shouldn’t like this, she thought. The men that had moved in the lounge chair, now pulled a harness from a rope that dangled from the ceiling. It looked like a long leather swing attached by four bungee cords. The swing had six round cutouts two in the front for Alana’s arms, two in the back for her legs and two in the bottom for her breasts. The men pulled Alana from the chair and led her to the swing. The groped her body, touching her pussy, her ass and her tits. Alana moved slowly with the rhythm of the fondling and she looked at the monitor to watch as the hands moved around her body. They were stranger’s hands. Plucking and pulling, teasing and caressing. Bold man hands rubbing her in the most intimate places. Four hands stroked her pussy, opening the lips, teasing the reddened labia. Four fingers pushed against her tender pussy hole, fighting to enter the wet tunnel. Alana groaned. On the monitor she looked like a beautiful wanton creature, seductive and desirable. It was the first time she ever felt like that. Alana was helped into the swing. She lay on her stomach in a spread-eagle position with her breasts dangling down. If she moved slightly she caused a bouncing motion on the bungee cords. She was suspended from the ceiling at waist height. The lounge chair was moved under her and one of the young men positioned himself face up on it. His hard cock stood straight up and poked Alana’s stomach. Alana was lowered just enough so the cock entered her reddened soaked pussy. She moaned as she felt the hot prick ease into her swollen pussy lips. Another man kneeled under Alana’s face and pressed his cockhead against her mouth. The large mushroom shaped head was dark pink and hard. Alana opened her mouth and touched the cock tentatively with her tongue. She licked the end of it as though it was a sucker, sweet to the taste. She took the head of the cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She moved her tongue back and forth across the small opening in the end of the cock. Then with a hunger she didn’t know she had, she stuck the tip of her tongue into the cock hole, trying to force her tongue into the opening. The man pushed forward and his cock slipped further into Alana’s hungry mouth. She sucked on it, hoping for the cream that he would soon give her. She could taste his pre-cum and wanted the whole wad. She was starved for the feel of the hot cream in her throat. Alana’s hands were wrapped around cocks. Two men stood at either side of her waiting to be stroked. She squeezed the cocks gently, feeling the throbbing veins of the turgid pricks. The men fucked her hands. Then she felt another cock, this time pressing hard against her virginal asshole. Fingers pressed the opening, pulling the pink puckered skin of her anus open to take the cock that was waiting to fuck her. Someone poured some lotion on her ass and the cock eased slowly into her anal opening. Alana gasped as the cock stretched her ass open. The pain was harsh, but underneath it was an animal lust. A desire to have every hole in her body used. Every hole fucked. Finally, the cock was fully into her. Alana glanced at the monitor and saw herself. She had a cock in each hand. A cock in her mouth. A cock in her wet cunt and one in her tight asshole. She was being fucked in every way possible. The men started to move slowly, fucking Alana. She sucked the cock in her mouth and stroked the cocks in her hands. Her pussy and ass relaxed as she gave in to the carnality. She felt her nipples being sucked and saw two of the Amazon women bent over nibbling on her hard erect nipples. John came into some woman’s mouth as he sat and watched the girl on the stage being fucked in every possible way. She took cock into holes and seemed eager to enjoy the lewdness of being taken by the five men and two women. He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on by anyone. His cock began to harden again as he watched the fucking on stage. He wanted to be one of those men. He looked around and saw his friend on the floor his pants down around his ankles fucking some chick doggie style. The sounds of sex reached his ears, everyone was fucking or sucking. Some were openly masturbating. One couple stood at the edge of the stage, staring straight into the girl’s pussy as the fucked. Suddenly it seemed everyone was cumming. Two of the men fucking Alana shot their load into her ass and pussy, their cocks jerking with the intense pleasure. The man in Alana’s mouth pushed harder as she sucked and swallowed his hot cum. The two men getting jacked off also came, exploding cum all over Alana’s hands and arms. The women suckling her tits moved away to stand and rub their pussies, playing with each other’s clits. Alana was lowered to the lounge chair and lay on top of the man who had fucked her pussy. She gasped for air, trying to steady herself. She still felt the urgent animal need to cum. Everyone came but her. She moved off the man and stood looking around waiting for someone else to fuck her. Her hands rubbed the creamy cum across her body. She touched herself wantonly. Her eyes darted around looking for someone to ease her torment. The Master stepped out from the shadows on the side of the stage. Reaching in to a pocket on the inside of his cape, he drew out a small box that looked like a remote control. Attached to it were 3 long wires each with a small circular ring. He moved behind Alana. She felt him behind her and leaned against him hoping that he would assuage the wanton craving for an orgasm. The Master handed the remote to Alana, then affixed a ring to each of her nipples. He bent down and gently spread her pussy lips open. He slipped the third ring over her clit. “Do this,” he said as he pressed one of the buttons on the remote. The ring on Alana’s left nipple tightened with a small jolt of electricity. It was not enough to hurt, just enough to tease her tender nipples. Two buttons would jolt both nipples. The third button jolted her clit. Alana stood with legs spread open. She pressed the button for her clit and immediately felt a surge of pleasure. She arched her back, displaying her open slit to the audience. She pressed all three buttons and the pleasure intensified. She started to buck against the ring on her clit, moving back and forth. Again and again she pressed the buttons, her clit quivering with each jolt. She opened her mouth and threw back her head in abandon. Pressing the buttons, her body seemed to dance in some ancient erotic ritual until she began to tremble with the onslaught of her orgasm. Alana’s body jerked uncontrollably as her orgasm racked her. She screamed with an animal lust that caused many in the audience to shiver with excitement. Her pure orgasm, given to herself, seemed almost unearthly. She slowly sank to her knees on the stage. The rings slipped off her clit and her nipples. She looked around and saw that some members of the audience were now on the stage fucking the actors while others either sat and watched or engaged in some kind of sexplay in their seats or on the floor. She glanced at a dark haired man in the front row. Their eyes met and his glowed with admiration. She smiled and licked her lips invitingly. She needed a drink of water. She rose and walked unsteadily to the back of the stage, careful to step around the couples having sex on the stage. She pushed through the curtains and stepped to the side looking for some water. The Master walked up suddenly behind her and handed her an open bottle of Evian. “Thank you.” She said. She quickly drank the water, letting some spill down her chin and onto her breasts. “How did you know I needed that?” she asked him. “I make it my business to know what people need. What they desire. And I give it to them.” “Did you give your audience what they wanted tonight?” She asked as she lowered the bottle. She stood unaware of her nakedness. “I gauge my success on the amount of repeat business I get. So far tonight, I’ve had seventy three people ask for season passes at $25,000 apiece.” He said. Then he asked, “are you going to call the police?” She looked up at him in surprise. I had not occurred to her to do so, but legally she was within her right. “No,” she smiled. “I was angry at first but later….well, later I enjoyed it. I never felt so feminine, so desired.” “So you won’t ‘cry rape’?” He asked to clarify. “I may, but if I do it will be something I want, not something that is foisted on me.” He chuckled at the difference in her. She was all defiance and prim bravado before her ‘performance’ and now she was soft and sensual. She would make a good mistress; not for him but for the show. “Perhaps I could use you again,” he said. “If you would like that, I mean.” She shivered at the thought. “I might like that. But I’d want something different I think.” “I’m going to be opening another club soon and I can’t be two places at once. If you like, we can talk about you becoming a Mistress of ceremonies like me.” “Would I get to be fucked?” she asked. “You would have whatever you want. The actors and even the audience would be at your beck and call. They would pleasure you as you needed.” “I’ll think about it.” She replied. She looked out at the stage and watched the orgy that was developing. She needed another orgasm. The Aftermath John woke up Saturday afternoon aching as though he’d worked out every muscle in his body. He got home at five in the morning. And tumbled into bed after a quick hot shower. Now he felt like he’d been strapped to a rack and tortured. His cock was sore. After the first blow job, he thinks he fucked a couple of women, at least one in the ass. He never got near the girl on the stage. He was going to call the theater later and see if she was going to be back. He would pay another $500 to see her and maybe have the chance to fuck her. His phone rang and without thinking, he picked it up. “John! Where have you been?” his mother asked. “I’ve been calling and calling. Are you still in bed?” “Hi Mom,” he said. “You’re going to meet me for dinner at Tavern on the Green at six.” It was a statement not a question. “I don’t think…..” he began. But his mother cut him off. “I think you will. You’ve embarrassed me by avoiding my friend. You will be there. And dress up a little, I’m tired of seeing you in jeans all the time.” She hung up before John could answer. He rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 4:30. It would take him a half an hour to walk to the restaurant, which means he had an hour to get ready. He set his alarm for 5:10 and went back to sleep. Dinner John and his mother, Maggie, sat sipping a glass of wine as they waited for Maggie’s friend and her daughter. John fidgeted. He wasn’t able to make the call to the theater before he left his apartment and now he couldn’t get the girl off his mind. He kept seeing her on the stage, at first demurely angry and then at the end, wanton and lewdly hungry. A woman approached the table and Maggie rose and hugged her. “Anna, this is my son John. John, this is Anna Lewiston, my best friend from college.” John and Mrs. Lewiston exchanged greetings and John stood to help the older woman take a seat. “Where’s your daughter?” Maggie asked. “She’ll be here shortly, she was extremely tired today and dawdled more than usual. She took the longest shower I’ve ever seen! I swear the hotel will run out of water with her there.” The two women began to chatter and John was able to tune them out. He glanced around the room. A striking woman entering the restaurant caught his eye. She wore a curve hugging light blue dress and it was obvious from the protrusions that her nipples were large and very hard. Her long reddish blonde hair swept her shoulders. John looked at her face. It was the girl from last night! He sat up, suddenly aware of what was going on. He glanced around, wondering where the girl was going to sit. He thought one of the men in the back of the room looked like the Master from last night. But the girl didn’t turn towards the back of the room. She walked straight towards their table. John looked at Anna Lewiston and back to the girl. He could see the resemblance suddenly. His cock started to get hard. “Alana!” Anna said as the lovely girl approached the table. John rose and helped Alana into her chair. He glanced down and looked at her cleavage. Her soft breasts could be seen in the low-cut dress. He remembered exactly how her nipples looked when they were hard. He licked his lips suddenly. The introductions were made, followed by small talk about the city and the weather. Alana became aware that John was staring at her. She smiled at him and looked a question in his direction. “Are you ok?” she asked. “Yes,” he replied. “I was just admiring your dress. It’s lovely.” She smiled and drew her hand down the front of her dress making her nipples even more prominent. She glanced up and caught his darkening look of lust. “Could you show me where the restroom are?” she asked him. “Yes, of course.” They rose and excused themselves from the table. The hallway to the public restroom was empty. Alana slipped into the ladies room and found it also empty. She opened the door to find John waiting patiently for her. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room. They quickly walked to the back stall, reserved for handicapped people. It was more enclosed and larger than the others. “What the…” John began. But Alana silenced him with her finger placed on his mouth. “You were in the front row last night weren’t you?” Alana asked suddenly. John smiled and took her in his arms. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” “Do you think I’m terrible?” “Terrible? No! I think you’re incredibly sexy.” “Does it bother you that I fucked all those people?” “No,” he laughed. “I fucked a few last night too. But I never got to fuck the one I wanted.” “Which one was that,” Alana asked. John leaned down and kissed her softly on the mouth. “You.” He breathed. He reached down and took the bottom of her dress in his hands, drawing it up over her head. She raised her arms and helped him take it off. She was naked underneath. Her skin glowed as though it had just been in a long hot bubble bath. John hung her dress on the hook on the door and turned back to her. He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. Alana sat on the toilet and watched him step out of his pants. She spread her legs and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. Her middle finger rubbed against her clit. John turned and watched her playing with herself. He got down on his knees in front of her and leaned forward. She spread her pussy lips open for him. He noticed the inside of her cunt was darker pink, the labia slightly swollen. Her clit peeked out of it’s sheath and beckoned to him wantonly. She put a finger underneath her clit and wiggled it, offering him her womanly nub. His tongue lashed out and licked it. Then he opened his lips sucking her clit into his mouth. Her finger followed her clit into his mouth and he sucked on that too. His tongue and her finger stroked her clit until her juices began to flow. She removed her finger and let him suck her cunt. He nibbled and flickered and sucked until Alana was writhing with passion. Her body arched and John felt her pussy clench with an orgasm. He swallowed her juices as they spilled into his mouth. A Slave to the Theater When she finished, Alana stood up and sat John on the toilet. She squatted before him, letting him see her open red cunt. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked him, hard and fast..with no pretense of anything but animal need. She cupped his balls and squeezed them gently urging his cum to erupt. John put his hands in her hair, holding her head down on his prick. She took all seven inches of him into her mouth and throat. He could feel her tiny tongue flicking and licking him as she sucked harder and harder. Finally he started to quiver..his cum exploded into her mouth. Eagerly she swallowed him. Suckling him until he was dry. They stood up and pulled their clothes back on. “Would you like to come back to my place for dessert?” he asked. “Very much,” she answered smiling. “What will we have?” “Something with cream I’m sure.” He replied. They left the restroom and walked back towards the dining room. Alana stopped and turned to him. “I’m going to take a job at the Bacchanal Club.” She said. “I’m going to be the Mistress on nights when Steve is busy. Would that bother you?” John laughed. “Bother me? Hell, I want to be there to watch every night! I’ll join in! I would love to watch you get fucked as long as you let me be the one that fucks you the next morning.” Alana smiled and put her hand on John’s chest. This man made her feel safe, made her feel wanted and made her feel that she could do whatever she wanted and he would still be there for her. “We’ll live out fantasies that neither of us ever dared.” She promised.